Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.
Come kiss and dance under the mistletoe that hangs under our village gates -like tango, you need two- and warm each other up.
(Poem above by Walter de la Mare)